I've been are really sorry excuse for a blogger lately. I have a million excuses, but I won't bore you with them. I've also had a lot of blog-worthy happenings, but I'm too overwhelmed to try to back track on all my exciting events (well....not THAT exciting. It's not like I've had my baby yet or anything.) So, anyway, I'll just tell a short little Romie story that happened this morning. First of all, just a little background on Roman's love for Jason's truck. I don't know why Roman loves Jason's truck so much, but he does. Everyday when Jason gets home from work, Roman runs to the door and gives him a hug and immediately says, "I want truck!" Then he takes Jason's hand and leads him to the front door so he can let him play in the truck. Poor Jason is such a good sport about it. He usually gets home fairly late in the evening (usually around 7) and the poor guy is just famished. I know that he just wants to sit down and eat, but he's always a good sport and lets Romie have his way. So, this little ritual has been happening for the past month or so. Roman has to sit in Jason's truck and pretend that he's driving. He also likes to play with Jason's tools (especially the tape measure.) So, anyway, this morning Roman woke up at 6:30 and Jason hadn't left for work yet. Usually Roman wakes up at 7:00 and Jason has usually just left for work. So, they don't normally get to see eachother in the morning. So, I told Jason to get Romie out of bed and the first thing I hear Roman say is, "Dad, I want truck!" So Jason was his usual good-sported self and he took Romie to the truck.
There's my little Roman strutting his way over to the truck. Let me quickly explain the shoes with the footy pjs. I never let Roman go outside without shoes on, so he knows that if he's going to go out then he has to bring me his shoes. So, he brought me his shoes and I tried to tell him that he could go out without them, but he insisted on wearing his sandals on top of the pjs. It looks pretty cool.
Roman took Jason's keys and knew exactly which one was the truck key and he even put it in the ignition. I was so surprised that he knew how to do that. Apparently Jason taught him how. Luckily he hasn't figured out how to start the ignition...yet.
My two little pickup men. This would have been a great picture if Romie had his eyes open :( 
7 comments:
Roman is getting so big and is as cute as ever! All boys should love pick ups! I love that Jason is so willing to humor him! What a good daddy!
Jason is such a good daddy! That is such a sweet story! What a cutie! :)
I am just going to call you ‘Lynnie Junior’ with the sandals thing...Bethany, that is too cute, and funny! Pretty soon he's going to be calling back pack's Beek Peek's, and mirror's meerooorars...watch out super mom!!! Cute kid, and cute husband too! Who doesn't love a 'truck'? Excited for baby #2!! xxooxx
o-no!! I added apostrophes where there weren’t supposed to be apostrophes…crimeny! This is just to note , “I know already…ok?” I would have to be making fun when I got caught…nice…still…the sandals thing…I love it!
Way to cute Beff!!! Your little man is ADORABLE!!! I love the footed PJ's. What a good husband you have!
what a cutie, well, Romie anyway... ;) I was all headed for bed, but I was like, nope, I'll check Boppy's blog first and yeah! There was a new post! Sorry I missed ya at play group. next time, nope never mind, we'll be gone. So maybe the next time after that, oh, nope, you'll have a baby....
That is so cute! He must take after his Grandpa - with the love of trucks and tools. Romie is so obedient with his shoes. My kids can't keep their shoes on for for 2 seconds. Impressive.
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